Pocketbobbitt's blog

I feel bad for whoever writes the rejection letters for each university. Either they perceive themselves as the delicate puppeteers of teenage emotions, or they enjoy the feeling of causing fear into the hearts and minds of applicants.  Read More »

The flag sways unprotected in the rain, ropes broke, without escape. A metal ladder is near and a boy hiding beneath a tree.

A cart rools away down the frozen food, past the crowded sales rack of un-lean meat, a stack of cans in its path. The busy store soon hears an announcement "Clean up, isle 5".  Read More »

ever notice that all the writings in library books are of this oddly sophisticated, elevated cursive handwriting that is hardly legible? and the highlighting and underlining seems to be at random intervals, skipping the analysis and facts and focusing on the transitions between the two?  Read More »

I step forward. The lights shine brightly on my face. I am one step away from darkness; the lights hanging above my head are focused too tight. I could reach up and turn the shutters, push the dial, raise the levels. But I am on stage, stepping forward.  Read More »